Lady? That was... Ana had to fight a shiver. She ran with enough reainactment groups to be used to the term, but coming from him it held weight.

She inclinded her head, dipping in a slight curtsey. She could feel the pull from where she was, a heady little call that spoke to the sides she kept buried unless she delt with her patron. The parts of her that ached to chase and be chased and to- Ana cleared her throat.

"Ana Adams." She said, risking giving her name. "Ah... You're in Brisbane. These are the gardens here."